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"How many puppies have you had, Jessica?" Taylor asked.
"Two so far. The baby I'm carrying now is my Master's baby. I'll have the other two after I deliver his."
"Sir, how do you feel about your wife fucking wolves?" Taylor asked Sean.
Hotah shifted back to a man, his clean up done.
"It bothered me at first, and would probably bother me more if Jessica was constantly pregnant and that was my only source of fucking. She gladly gives me her two bodyguards to fuck when she's not in submission, and pretty much anyone I want to fuck when she is, like you two sluts. Since I'm the son of two wolves who fucked as humans, and realized how important it was to their survival, and that my mother is alpha of the New England pack, I've become more pragmatic about it. Would it be nice if wolves didn't have to procreate that way? Sure it would. I think life would be a lot easier for them if Hotah could just fuck Makawee and have puppies. I'm sorry they can't. I'm sort of proud that Jessica recognized the need to help and found ways to encourage women to fuck wolves."
"I feel like Little Red Riding Hood," I said. "Why Grandma, what big teeth you have. Why Grandma, what a big dick you have." We all laughed. "It's like the fables and legends of the past are a part of my present. I'm helping a noble species survive, and even thrive. It's part of the reason I do this, so I'm a part of a legend. Just think, any puppy you have with wolves will live around three hundred years. Think of how much they'll see by the year 2330. They'll have seen men go into space, put a colony on Mars, perhaps start reaching for the stars. The alpha of the Northern Wisconsin/Upper Peninsula Michigan pack fought in the Civil War, and the First World War. He's two hundred and thirty-two years old. They've seen so much history. How amazing is that?"
"That is amazing," Taylor said. "I'm convinced. Sign me up for four puppies."
"I may have more," Farah said, "as long as I can keep serving you as a submissive slut."
"We may need you back here tomorrow night," Master said to Hotah and Makawee. "It will be interesting to see what happens with Paula. I'll let you know if you need to return. If her boyfriend is a cuckold personality, all it may take is a good wolf fucking to turn her into a willing breeder."
"If you need us, we'll be here. Thank you. It was interesting to see how you approach the subject of breeding a wolf."
"It's the reason that I put Jessica on a leash so much when we go out. It's why Farah and Taylor both wanted to see what was going on, and Paula reacted positively as well. We'll see about her. You may want to walk your sluts around town on a leash on occasion, see what kind of reactions you get from people," Master said.
"Having people who look like Indians walking white women around on a leash may not get the response we're hoping for," Hotah said. "It's not that long ago to us where the only good Indian was a dead Indian."
"Put a Caucasian wolf holding the leash then," Master said. "Then, you're just kinky, and not a deviant redskin. We get some looks from people who may be offended, but no one's actually said anything, because my slut is happy to be shown off. She's an exhibitionist."
He wasn't lying. I was always aroused to be led around on my leash in slutty clothes. It's why wolves so often had erections around me. My husband usually had one as well, though not because he could scent me. Everyone left.
Master laid the wood to me one more time before we slept. As we lay there after the sex, both of us panting hard, he said, "We did good today, didn't we, Pussycat."
I stretched to kiss him. "Very good, Master. It's been the best honeymoon I could imagine."
He held me close as I went to sleep.
******
Master got a phone call the following day as we were preparing to leave for Custer State Park, about fifteen miles from Rapid City. It was Paula. He put her on speaker.
"I talked to my boyfriend, Jeremiah, about the job offer as a surrogate mother, Master. He said he's interested enough in it that he's willing to come tonight and listen to the offer."
"What time do you get off work tonight?"
"I don't work tonight, sir."
"Why don't you plan on coming around seven tonight, right after supper, so we don't need to stay up so late."
"We'll be there, sir."
As soon as Master hung up, Brigitte said, "I'll notify Hotah."
She called Hotah and informed him to show up at seven tonight with Makawee.
"May I ask a favor of you, sir?" Brigitte asked after they said they'd be there. "Alicia and I haven't really gotten to get out and run as wolves since we started this trip. We don't want to leave Wolf Daughter and Sean unprotected as we run. Would it be possible for you and Makawee to join us today at Custer State Park and protect our charges while we run around as wolves for several hours?" A pause as Brigitte listened. "That would be wonderful, sir. We're about to leave for breakfast now. The hotel only serves a continental breakfast, and we need meat, especially if we're going to be running. We can meet you at the East entrance in ninety minutes. Thank you, Hotah. We'll see you later."
Brigitte looked at us. "We need to stretch our legs. Hotah and Makawee are going to guard you today at the Park."
"I'm glad you get to run. I need to start again soon. Walking is good exercise, but running is good for me. I'll probably start running again in Wisconsin," I said.
"Even pregnant, Pussycat?" Master asked.
"I waddled at least five miles a day even through half of my seventh month, with Anna Marie. I had to use a belly brace contraption to keep from bouncing around too much, but I should be running. It makes getting in shape again after I deliver, so much easier if I'm in as good a shape as I can be beforehand. You do know that our pioneer women used to have their babies in the field while plowing, don't you, Master?"
"Seriously?"
"As a heart attack, sir."
Brigitte and Alicia put on minimum clothes as we'd have to carry anything they had to remove. We went through a drive-thru and Alicia and Brigitte gobbled down five breakfast sandwiches without the bread. Sean and I had our normal meal. We arrived at Custer State Park and found Hotah and Makawee waiting for us just outside the entrance. It was $20 for a seven day pass per vehicle. We preceded them in to the Peter Norbeck Education Center where we parked. Hotah had prepared for a long walk with food and water for both of them. We grabbed our gear and headed for the Grace Coolidge walking trail to Center Lake. I stepped off the trail with Alicia and Brigitte and they stripped off and handed me their clothes.
"We'll meet back here at three so we can drive the Wildlife Loop Road," I said. "Until then, you're on your own. Have fun."
"Thanks, Jess. You too," Brigitte said. "See you later."
They shifted and were gone. I tucked their clothes into my backpack and joined the others. We continued on the path to Center Lake.
"I suppose a place celebrating Custer doesn't have fond memories to the Sioux," I said.
"Nor wolves," Makawee. "The Seventh Cavalry also hunted wolves before the treaty. There are members of the Seventh Cavalry, pre Little Big Horn, alive today as wolves, bitten during the battles."
"They sure managed to crush mention of wolves in the history books."
"It was part of the treaty; to leave werewolves out of the records. There were legends of course, people had fought wolves, although we always tried to keep our identities secret, appearing as either wolves or men to humans, and not both, but sometimes we fought and the survivors would have tales to tell of the shapeshifters."
"Did werewolves exist on all continents prior to Columbus?" Master asked.
"Werewolves were everywhere wolves were, Sean," Hotah said. "The fairytales of the Grimm's and Anderson were European. The Indian tales of shapeshifters were North American. But shapeshifters existed in all societies, all over the world. The serpent and leopard Gods of the Aztecs, the Selkies of the Celts and Scots, the fox shapeshifters of the Japanese and Chinese. I sometimes wonder if the serpent in the Garden of Eden, wasn't a shifter who seduced Eve, but that's legend, as far as I'm concerned, not history."
"I never even thought of that one," I said. "I've imagined a lot of other things based upon legends and shapeshifters. Is it possible that vampires are nothing more than bat shifters?"
"It wouldn't surprise me," Makawee said. "Shifters who needed to drink blood like actual vampire bats, and whose bite turned the bitten into another vampire if they weren't killed for their blood. They might have seemed immortal due to their long lives, but only lived as long as wolves do. Our oral histories don't include bats, so I can't say for sure."
We had some very good conversations about the Sioux and werewolves as we hiked the trails. In addition to the Center Lake Trail, we were able to hike the French Creek Wildlife area as well. I enjoyed their company very much, as did Master, who in a way, was learning about both his wolf heritage, and his Native American heritage as well. We met Alicia and Brigitte back where I'd taken their clothes at three, and we walked back to the cars. At that point, Hotah and Makawee left, having no need to drive the loop with us, but would meet us at the hotel later. We five took a leisurely drive around the park, seeing deer, elk, bison and even a couple of real wolves on the drive.
During the drive back and supper, we discussed the upcoming encounter with Paula and Jeremiah and how best to approach them. Both Alicia and Brigitte had years of experience with all things sexual, and I had my exposure to Carl and Danni. We came up with a plan, and I would be the lead.
******
Hotah and Makawee arrived fifteen minutes early and we briefly discussed the plan with both of them before Paula and Jeremiah arrived. They agreed to our plan, as we had more experience with turning potential breeders into breeders. We were all dressed normally when Jeremiah knocked on our door. I answered the door.
"Hello again, Paula. You must be her boyfriend, Jeremiah. It's good to meet you. My name is Jessica. Why don't you come in and I'll introduce you to everyone."
"Sure."
They came in and I closed the door. "This is my husband, Sean Hagerty, my bodyguards, Alicia, the blonde, and Brigitte, the redhead, and these are the local representatives of a number of infertile couples, Hotah and Makawee. While they are both Lakota Sioux, not all of the infertile couples are Native American. Why don't you have seat, and we'll talk about the issues raised by the offer to Paula."
"Okay. Why the bodyguards."
"I'll get to that in a moment." I waited until they both had a seat. "Before I met and married my husband, I signed an agreement to provide four children to similar infertile couples in New England. I've had two children thus far, although I'm taking a brief break from surrogacy, to give my husband his own child. Since I'm being paid a substantial sum of money for each child I provide, and it's important that I fulfill my contract because of the need, they've provided me with two bodyguards to ensure I'm healthy and safe until I've fulfilled the terms of my agreement. If Paula agrees to provide surrogate services herself, she'll also be assigned someone to keep an eye on her. The local group is prepared to offer Paula $75,000 dollars per child, with an additional $300,000 dollars if she'll provide a total of four children. Additionally, they cover all medical expenses associated with the pregnancy and delivery, including doctor visits and hospital delivery. Shortly after the child is delivered, it's given to their new parents, so you have no part in raising them. Are you with me so far?"
"Yes, that seems reasonable," Jeremiah replied.
"Where most couples would have a problem with surrogacy as it exists for these infertile couples, is that conception needs to occur naturally. Paula would have to have sex with other males to get pregnant. A lot of husbands, boyfriends and fiancés would have an issue with that."
"Your wife has had sex with other men?" Jeremiah asked.
Master sidestepped the question slightly by not discussing men. "She has had sex with other males, yes. Her first two children were conceived before we got engaged, although we actually got engaged during her last breeding, but I do know that she must have sex with other males two more times in order to fulfill her contract. I've accepted that, and I'm okay with it."
I continued. "Since my husband has had to endure one and a half pregnancies as we've dated, and I'm pregnant again, and because he knows I must have sex with other males to conceive surrogate children, I've agreed that he can have sex with my two bodyguards whenever he wishes to. One or both of them frequently shares our bed. As I enjoy sex with women, that's not a particular hardship for me. In fact, when I'm being bred, I do enjoy being in a sixty-nine with a woman as I'm impregnated. It's just a marvelous way to have sex. I'm sure Paula might enjoy something similar herself, but it's entirely up to her, and perhaps you as well, depending on how close to a permanent commitment you are. Six hundred thousand dollars would do a lot to set you up in a nice home and for much of the rest of your lives if you decide to get married.
"A lot will depend on your personal relationship. If she has sex with other males, is she willing to grant you the same opportunity with other females. The people you have sex with are guaranteed to be healthy and disease free and you don't have to use condoms unless the bodyguards are fertile. Paula, if you were having sex with a breeder male or a male bodyguard, would you have a problem with Jeremiah doing the same, even if you should become engaged, or even get married?"
She looked at Jeremiah. "If I were having sex with other men, he should have the same opportunity."
Paula realized she was being given the opportunity to be a slave slut, and her boyfriend having sex with other women was the only thing standing in the way of that. It seemed a small price to pay, considering.
"Now Jeremiah, if you decide together, that both of you would like to proceed, to ensure there wouldn't be any issues with another man having sex with Paula, we believe that needs to be tested. Hotah is here to have sex with Paula, and his wife, Makawee, will have sex with you at the same time. Obviously, if you don't want to go forward with Paula breeding, both of you will walk out of here, and you'll never be bothered again. If you do wish to see what it would be like to have sex with other people outside of your relationship, both of them will strip off their clothes and have sex with you.
"They're open to pretty much anything you want to experience. If you want Makawee to suck you off, or fuck her ass, she's willing. Paula will be expected to suck Hotah briefly so that they're sure she's willing to get a male ready to breed her, then engage in vaginal intercourse to orgasm. If you wish to discuss this between yourselves, feel free to step into the bathroom and turn on the fan for privacy."
They took advantage of the offer to step into the bathroom and discuss everything. The fan wasn't that loud, I suspected wolves might still be able to hear them, but I couldn't. It took about fifteen minutes before they came out.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to see what it's like," Jeremiah said.
I smiled. One hurdle down. "That's wonderful, Jeremiah. Hotah, Makawee, why don't you take off your clothes now. Jeremiah and Paula, you need to do the same."
Scenting the aroused women in the room, already had Hotah rampant. As soon as he stripped off his pants, Jeremiah saw the instrument of his girlfriend's violation, and he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. Even seeing what he got to fuck couldn't completely eliminate the fear he felt when he saw Hotah's prick. Paula had already fucked him before and knew what she was getting, and her pussy was drooling.
"Jeremiah, I want to reassure you that the breeders would never attempt to interfere in your relationship to Paula, or marriage, if it should come to that. They're married for life, and except for the infertility issue, don't want to interfere at all. To Hotah and Makawee, this is just sex for procreation purposes and fun. They have no interest in forming relationships with their breeders, or the breeder's companions. Once Paula has satisfied any contractual agreement, you'll never see any of them again."
Jeremiah nodded, still dry mouthed. Makawee went up to him and began removing his clothes, as Hotah did the same with Paula.
Paula sat on the edge of the bed and sucked Hotah off to the best of her ability, her mouth struggling to encircle his thick prick. Like all wolves, Makawee had no problem inhaling all of Jeremiah's average prick and before Hotah even attempted to bed his girlfriend, Makawee had drained his balls. She kept sucking him back to another erection so he wouldn't pay that much attention to the fucking Paula was about to get.
Hotah helped center Paula on the bed and went down on her, preparing her for the fat cock to come. He wasn't a slouch when it came to oral sex either and Paula climaxed three times in short order. The moment of truth had arrived.
Makawee was riding Jeremiah cowgirl, using her finely tuned cunt muscles to fuck the shit out of him, when Paula started descending over Hotah's shaft the same way.
Paula went a little out of control at that point, despite having felt him fuck her before.
"Oh, fuck, you're so fucking big, Hotah. You feel amazing inside of my pussy." She moaned. "I'm cumming, sir. You're fat cock is magnificent. You're not even all of the way inside of me, and I'm cumming."
Jeremiah took his eyes of the female wet dream he was fucking to watch the spectacle of his girlfriend going nuts for another man's cock. Around the third time Paula orgasmed, Jeremiah shot off his second load. Makawee cleaned off his cock and kept sucking him until he was hard again. Makawee got on her hands and knees in front of Jeremiah and told him to fuck her ass.
"Just soak you cock in my pussy," Makawee said. "That will be all the lubrication I need."
Jeremiah claimed her ass, but once he was inside, he took his eyes off that beautiful bottom, and looked at his girlfriend, now under Hotah in the missionary position getting a wonderful wolf fucking. Orgasm after orgasm, moan after moan, whimper after whimper, Paula was getting a wonderful shagging, and Jeremiah knew it; knew he couldn't compete with the sexual experience she was getting on the wolf's cock. Hotah finally climaxed, pumping his cum in Paula, filling her pussy. As Hotah, pumped his load, so did Jeremiah, depositing his third load, this one in Makawee's ass.
"Well, wasn't that lovely," I said. "Jeremiah, you had three orgasms, one in each one of Hotah's wife's holes. (Reminding him he'd fucked another man's wife, while he was fucking his girlfriend.) You can anticipate having similar sex with others just like Makawee. Now, that Paula has fucked another man, sometimes, it's important for her to be reclaimed. I know of several men who wanted to fuck their wives or girlfriends after she's been with someone else. Jeremiah, do you want to reclaim your girlfriend now, either by licking her pussy, fucking her, or both?"
"I'm not sure."
"Well, there's one more test to see if you're ready for Paula to be a surrogate. When she's bred, she'll need to leave for a few days for the process to take place. To test your ability to let her go for a few days at a time, I think you should leave Paula here. Hotah will fuck her two more times tonight, and we'll make sure she gets home tomorrow. Before he does that, I really do think you should reclaim her before you leave. It's entirely up to you, but if you're going to do this, you need to be prepared to give her space for her breeding. So, I ask you again, do you want to reclaim her before you go, or are you going to forego $600,000 and ask that Paula not be a surrogate?"
